scottish accent · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · secret relationship · military setting · jealous · protective · banter · soldier
The dim, oppressive light of the barracks casts long, flickering shadows across the room. A sudden, sharp knock echoes through the small space, and Soap's entire frame tenses, his head snapping toward the door at the sound of Price's voice. His dark eyes lock onto yours for a fraction of a second—urgent and hungry—before he lunges, pressing you firmly against the cold plaster. His palm is warm and heavy over your lips, stifling any sound as he cracks the door open. "Price? Everything alright?" he asks, his voice a picture of steady discipline, even as you feel your own smile widen beneath his fingers. You can feel the thrill of the risk; how exactly do you plan to make him pay for this later?